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Shadows of War Something had gone wrong. Terribly wrong. How could this have happened? the leader demanded. You told me it was safe You said I wouldnt become involved Youre non involved--theres nothing that connects you to the operation, Mitchell said. As far as everyone else is concerned, Im in charge. The leader was not pleased. The operation had been planned for months, every detail accounted for, every contingency considered--save one. A simple thing like a speeding ticket had screwed everything up. The team had been halt by the Syracuse police. Something had possessed them to search that political machine and they had found everything--the guns, the armor, the grenades. Because of the vice presidents visit, federal officials had quickly been notified. The prexys Guard had been notable for its interrogation techniques ever since their creation by President McClellan. It didnt take long for a member of the team to crack and reveal the entire plot. It didnt take l ong for the security to tighten. Now, getting close to the vice president would be impossible. And if it was ever connected to the leader, his career would be over. While many in his country agreed with him, the political sympathies would care little for that. There was a larger good at stake, though. He had a duty to his people, even if his government disagreed. Mitchell was the only connection between him and the operation. It wouldnt be long until Mitchell became a wanted man and he might--just might--get linked to him. We have to remain calm, Mitchell said. We dont know that my name will come up. They have to get to Luken first and hes already at a safehouse. The man was a fool. The Presidents Guard was a group of the most determined and talented men in the nation. It wouldnt take them long to figure everything out. The only mode to stop the chain was to break it. Fine, fine, the leader said. Get out of here. Get yourself to the safehouse. Stay there and wait for my instructions. The leader walked to the window and watched as Mitchell got in his car and drove away. He watched as Mitchells car became nothing more than a small dot of light.